Page 100 of Say You Want Me
We’ve been back in Bell Buckle for a whole two hours, and she’s been nonstop. Felicia finally dropped the lawsuit yesterday and I figured she’d be happy and it was a good time to tell her. Apparently there wasn’t going to be a good time.
“It was spur of the moment!” I explain for the hundredth time.
“Spur of the freaking moment my ass! He planned this!” she yells toward the hallway. “He knew what he was doing.”
I laugh as I hear my husband’s chuckle from the other room. “Seriously, Pres. I’m not the white dress and flowers girl anyway. It would’ve been at a courthouse. This was exactly what we wanted.”
She gives me a look that says she doesn’t care about my excuse. “I’ve known you almost twenty years and have waited for this. You deprived me.” She throws her hand onto her forehead as if she’s about to faint.
“And you’re dramatic.”
“It was my Scarlett O’Hara impression.”
“You failed.”
She comes back around the island and takes my hand. “It’s beautiful. I’m seriously happy for you. Tell me about it!”
I sit on the chair and replay it. We got on a plane, got to Vegas, found a chapel, and that was it. We came back home after days of non-stop sex, packed our stuff, and moved here.
“This is the most unromantic wedding ever,” she admonishes.
“It was perfect.”
She smiles. “I can see this is exactly what you’d want. No fanfare, just him.”
“Exactly!”
“I can’t believe you’re a Mrs. Hennington before I am.”
Zach strides into the kitchen right as the last word leaves her mouth, and he stops, holding both his hands out in front of him. “I’ll come back.”
“Oh, no Zachary. Don’t leave.” Her voice is sugary sweet. “It wasn’t like your evil ex-girlfriend delayed our day. I’ve only waited since I was like . . . ohhh . . .thirteento be your wife.”
I silently laugh. “Stop being hard on him,” I defend him. It wasn’t his fault and he honestly didn’t want to push the date back. Zach would’ve married Presley the day she returned if he had his way.
“You’re his sister-in-law for ten minutes and you’re already taking his side?” she says with her hands on her hips.
Zach laughs. “I always wanted a sister.”
He’s crazy. I’m the last sister he’d have wanted. I was the one trying to get my brother’s friends to date me just to piss them off.
Presley tucks herself against his chest. “I thought you always wanted me to be your wife.”
“Darlin’,” Zach squeezes her close. “You’re my whole world. Makin’ you my wife is the icing on the cake.”
“Uh huh.” She leans in for a short kiss. “Real smooth.”
“You’re right,” he concurs. “I am.”
Wyatt walks in and leans against the door. “Ready to head home, baby?”
“Yup!” I stand. “We have a lot of unpacking to do, and we need to stop by your parents’ place.”
Presley bursts out laughing. “Ohhh.” She laughs harder. “Your mama is going to kill you! You’re her first son to get married, and you go off to Vegas without tellin’ her? Y’all are going to get it!”
For the first time, I start to notice that Presley doesn’t sound like my city girl anymore. She hadn’t said “y’all” or dropped the “g” at the end of a word once since her first year of college. Now, though, she’s all country again. Looks like I’m not the only one who found my true place.
Wyatt’s face falls, and he glances at me with sheer panic. “Fuck!”
